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Another Part Of Me - Part 11

I went back into the room with the stylist to carry on with my hair. "Everything OK?" asked Hilda. "Yeah. What was that letter?" asked Alicia. "I'm fine! Just excited about the wedding!" I told them. "But what was that letter?" repeated Alicia. "It ain't really your biz, sis," Cina said to Alicia. "Just wanted to know," Alicia shrugged. "Just shut up, Al!" hissed Cina. "Don't yell at her, Ci," I said. "She's only eight, after all." "But... Britney?" asked Paige. "Yah?" "Not to be nosy but what WAS that letter?"

"Yeah, you're all secretive about it," agreed Cina. "Er... EXCUSE ME, but you were telling Alicia it's none of her business, like, a second ago?" I asked. "And she was right," said Mom. "It's her right to have privacy, girls. I thought I'd taught you better than to pry at other people's business." "But she's not 'People' she's our sister," argued Cina. "That doesn't mean you can know everything about me," I protested. "Yeah. It's like if somebody told me the secret about what I was having for Christmas, it wouldn't be as exciting," agreed Alicia, playing with her Barbie necklace. "Oh, uh, where to start? The Barbie doll set or the fashion to go with it?" said Cina wickedly. "Uh... Mom, she told me! She ruined it!" exclaimed Aicia. "That's not what you are really getting Hon. We don't know yet," said Mom.

"Anyway would everyone please stop arguing?" I cried. "Today is a big day!" "Just a peep of the letter..." started Alicia. "NO!" I yelled. "Fair enough," sighed Cina and stomped out moodily. Paige followed her and Alicia followed Paige. Mom followed Alicia. Hilda looked at me. I clapped slowly. "Well you were the only one who kept quiet there," I said. "Would you excuse me for a sec?" I asked the stylist and followed Mom. Eventually I was aware of Hilda reluctantly following me. "Er excuse me, but this is kind of, like a family argument?" asked Cina rudely. "So?" asked Hilda. "Or do you wanna get involved in the argument?" asked Cina. "Stop, girls! Just everyone get back into the bedroom now!" I yelled.

"OK, that's it for hair and make-up!" said Alison, the stylist. "Now put your dress on and you'll be ready!" Mom instructed excitedly. "Can I just have a word with Britney in private?" asked Hilda. "OK, but it can't be long. Excuse," I said and walked into the bathroom with Hilda. "What is it?" I asked. Hilda closed the door. "Well... Thomas. Are you sure you wanna marry him?" she asked. "Why not?" I asked. "There is a reason why Jay stopped being friends with you when you announced you were moving with Thomas to France," said Hilda. "And I think I should tell you." "What?" I asked worriedly.

"Well... Have you ever caught Thomas kissing another girl?" she asked. "Yeah. Once," I said hesitantly. "Thomas was seeing Jay. She broke up with him since but when you were together.... he has been seeing Jay. The guy is bad news, B, bad news." I stood there with my mouth dropped open. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah. Do you still want to marry him?" asked Hilda. "Of course, Hilds. I have to," I said and went back into the bedroom.

I changed into my dress and got into the limousine I had hired for the wedding. "You're gonna be late, you know," Cina told me. "I have to go shoe shopping by 2 so I have to leave at one thirty," she said. "But Ci the wedding starts at 1. It is now 12:55," I informed her. "Oh. I have to go now," she said. "But, Ci, what are you REALLY doing at 2?" I asked. "Uh... I'm meeting this guy," she said. "What's his name?" I asked. "Dennis," she said. "Well, tell him you ARE AT YOUR SISTER'S WEDDING. If he won't have it he's not worth the time," I answered. "OK. I'll have to call him when I get home."

The limo pulled up outside. I got out in my dress and asked Alicia what time it was so that she could look on her Barbie watch. If you hadn't guessed by now, Al was crazy about Barbie. "1:00 exactly!" she smiled at me and I giggled to myself at her missing two front teeth. Paige and Hilda were my bridesmaids. I walked in and looked around. I couldn't see Thomas. "He isn't here," I whispered to Hilda. "Well, it is only 1. Give him an hour or so," she replied.

An hour later, Thomas walked in. Alicia had fell asleep, so I shook her awake. She was desperate to take pictures on her Barbie camera.

Just as the wedding vows were about to begin, the doors burst open. Everyone turned around. I saw who it was and my palms sweated holding the boquet. "Michael?" I gasped. "Oh. My. God. It's Michael Jackson!" said Cina with her eyes popping out of her head and her mouth dropping open. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that!" exclaimed Alicia. "Can you teach me how to moonwalk?" "Do you KNOW HIM?" asked Mom, pointing at Michael. "AAAAAHHHHH!" Screamed Hilda and ran towards him. Michael moved out of the way but Hilda moved and hugged him. "Erm... always nice to meet a fan..." said Michael, a little stunned. I don't think he was expecting this. Paige had to sit down with a drink of water.

"Britney, I just want you to ask yourself who you really love," he told me. "Shut up!" I mouthed and pointed at an empty seat. Michael sat down obediently. "Do you take Britney Whitehouse to be your wife?" "Yeah, course," said Thomas. "Do you take Thomas Peterson to be your husband?" "I d..." I paused. I looked at Michael in the back row. "I DON'T!" I yelled.

I shoved the flowers in his face. Everyone gasped and there were whispering voices everywhere. I slapped him. "I am now going to humiliate you in public. Reasons why. A. You kissed another girl. B. You had an affair with Janet Adams. C. You called our baby fat and then told me I wasn't taking enough responsibility for the baby, and uh, D... That baby, that you won't let me name, also happens to be Michael's."

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